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A. LETTER 



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PRESIDENT OF THE DIS-UNITED STATES. 



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FULL OF FIRE CRACKERS FOR THE SUPREME COURT. SENATE AND 

HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES OF THE REBEL GOVERNMENT, 

AT WASHINGTON. AND A XMAS VISION OF AN 

UNCHRISTIAN WARRIOR. 



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OP LOCIIDOUGAN AND EAGLE'S NEST. 



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To ULYSSES S. GRANT. 

Whilom a Ceneral in the Northern Army, now head of the Rebel 
Government and President of the Dis-United States. 

Sir : — My reason for now addressing you, individually, will ap- 
pear before I have done. I shall send you, by mail, a copy of all 
my writings, in vindication of the South, hitherto published in pam- 
phlet form, in which I have marked the passages relating to your- 
self, and from which, (like your late admirer, Senator Sumner,) 
you may learn my opinion of your character, so far as it is at 
present known to me. I now enclose, for your perusal, a manu- 
script copy of my last Tableau No. 13 entitled " Decoration of the 
Grave of the Confederate Soldier's Bride," dedicated to Queen 
Victoria, and sent to the British Embassador, to be disposed 
of as he might think proper. If you have any curiosity to know 
who I am, my correspondence with Mr. Parkenham and the 
Greek, Prussian, and Austrian ministers, will inform you 
thoroughly on the subject; I dare say they will be most happy 
to show you my letters. So much for myself. I have never read 
your life, but have a copy of it lying on my table, written by 
one of your Northern and reverend admirers, with a catch- 
penny preface by one Horace Greely, (not Horace the Roman 
Courtier,) in which he is very careful to " damn you with feint 
praise." When I have the time for such a distasteful work, I 
shall dissect your putrid character, and give your admirers (if 
you have any,) my honest opinion of your life and actions. It 
shall be my endeavor to hand down to posterity your memory 
"embalmed" or rather preserved, like a buzzing bottle-fly or 
" spider of hell," enclosed in amber. Your classical studies and 
low ambition to ape some hero of antiquity, have, doutless, led 
you to read (a translation at least,) of the conspiracy of Cataline, 
written by the great Roman Historical Painter, Sallustius Cris- 
pus, famous for his gardens, which surpassed those of the Presi- 
dential mansion, as much as the capital at Rome, did that at 
Washington. I refer chiefly to the virtues of its senators. What 
Sallustius said of the pest and fire-brand of Rome, will be eulogy 
to what I can and shall say of yourself, who are the Judas of 



your friends and the Cataline of your country. The former you 
bought with a bribe. Your country and, espcially, the South, you 
have betrayed with fair words and a kiss. " Verily you shall 
have your reward." Had you kept faith with my friend and 
connection, the late General Lee, (peace to his ashes !) pledged, 
solemnly pledged to him in writing, and his fragment of an army 
of Southern heroes at Appomattox Court-house ; had you sincerely 
endeavered to restore to the Southern States their rights under 
the Constitution — our great Magna Charta — my pen would have 
been at your service, (as a choice of evils,) and you would have 
been spared the obloquy, (mortification you are proof against,) 
of offering me, as a bribe, through one of your foreign emissaries, 
a Consulate abroad. I told the person who had the hardihood to 
sound me on the subject, and who showed me a list of all the 
vacancies, that there was nothing in your gift which could induce 
me to say one word in your favor or defence. I prositiute my 
pen in your behalf! You, who have walked over a million of 
human bodies and swum through a sea of the blood of your 
countrymen to a throne and " shut the gate of mercy " on your 
brethren of the South ! But you have "clutched a barren sceptre, 
thence to be wrenched by an unlineal hand, no son of yours suc- 
ceeding." You, who have poisened the source and foun- 
tain of public morals and of domestic virtue and happiness, 
by pardoning a condemned felon, a wretch who had 
married and deceived two or three innocent women, that he 
might be sent back to Congress by negro votes from the State 
of South Carolina (once reprsented by the pure-minded and great 
John C. Calhoun,) to do your dirty party work ! You, who 
have prostituted your "high office and calling" by every species 
of baseness andmeaness ! You who steal their laurels from the vic- 
torious brows of your brother officers ; who cram the public offices 
with your kinsmen and connections, from your father down to your 
fifth cousins, and fill posts and places of trust and honor, with 
your minions and myrmidoms : with wretches worthy of the peni- 
tentiary, and who rob the public treasury, and especially the now 
down trodden South, of untold millions of money and bonds, 
fraudulently issued ; more than all the Roman Provinces together 
were ever plundered by their pro-Counsels and satraps, by aCajsar, 
a Crassus or even by a Verres ! What Tully in the Senate launched 
at the head of the courageous Cataline, whose vices like yours 
were the ruin of the Republic, ami in the forum, in the face of 
the plunderer of Sicily ; the former surrounded by perfidious par- 
tisan Senators, the latter by purchasedjudgesand feed patrons, shall 
line in comparison to what [ shall say, openly to the whole 
world, of you, who have done all in your power to ruin your 
country by corrupting Con pie telling offices, 



packing the judiciary and juries, and violating the Constitution 
and the laws, which you swore, (without mental reservation, as 
you said,) to support. You, who have done all in your power to 
degrade your own, the anglo-saxon race of the South, (if, indeed, 
you are of its pure blood,) by attempting, to your utmost ability, 
by fair means and foul, to reduce them to a social and political 
level with their former slaves, the ignorant and half savage negro ! 
You, who have used every engine and tool at your command, as 
your whilom friend, the skunk Senator Sumner proves, to force 
the Black Republicans of Saint Domingo, (who began by a 
massacre of their masters and mistresses to practice and enjoy 
licentious liberty,) to compel them, against their will, to enter 
the Union in order to strengthen the North and yourself, and to 
give their charcoal representatives seats by the diamond Senators 
of Virginia and the Southern States ! You, who seat a negress or 
mulatto married woman at your table by the side of your 
wife and daughter, (shades of General and lady Washington 
turn aAvay your eyes from that degraded spectacle!) and place in 
the post of honor, at your own right hand, a colored Senator from 
the State of Louisiana, which has produced a Livingston and a 
Benjamin! Yourself, educated at the public expense, at the mili- 
tary school at West Point, (where you graduated at the tail of 
your class,) with your accumulated, ill-gotten, ill-concealed 
wealth, (riches are as hard to conceal as poverty's self,) you send 
thither, as a beneficiary, your son, the young Telemachus .(now 
on his foreign travels, at the expense of the poor people,) and to 
keep him company in his outrage of the rules and regulations 
of the institution and of public decency, the wooly-headed sen of 
a Connecticut negro ; the decendant, doubtless, of some runaway 
slave, possibly from my own father's plantation. Look at that 
little white orphan boy, the son of a noble sire, who has walked 
from a distant part of Virginia, his native State, clothed in the 
threadbare garments of poverty and grief, and impelled by ambi- 
tion and by want, to ask an office in your gift. Foot-sore, he 
slowly ascends with weary limbs, your cold Massachusetts marble 
steps, (not half so cold as the hard hearts of its puritan population,) 
he knocks timidly with beating heart, at your front door; the 
door of the nation, each portal and avenue to which was once 
thrown wide open to the humblest American citizen. In a low 
tone and with gentle accent, he states the cause of his coming, and 
is rudely repulsed by your mulatto janitor and told to go about 
his business. The business about which he had cuine alone, and 
had a right to come ! There was a time, uni ler the rule of Virginia 
Presidents, when such a noble boy would have been received 
with open arms, instead of having the door slammed in his tear- 
ful face. By AVashington he would have been honored and 



folded to his great heart which throbbed for every part of his 
whole country, for which he was ever ready to pour forth its best 
blood. By precept or example, the sage of Mount Vernon would 
have made a great man out of his little Virginia hero, and their 
names might have gone down, linked together, to the remotest 
posterity. Washington ! whose example you abhor and eschew, 
and whose character is a perpetual and living reproach to your own. 
I write, or speak, or utter one word in your behalf for pay ! You 
— what shall I call you — I know no word in any language that 
can express my abhorance of you who publicly take gifts and 
requite them with offices, (most men call them bribes.) You, 
who went poor into the highest office in the gift of the people, 
obtained, not by a single virtue, but as the price of blood ; who 
riot in ill-got wealth, and, like a Roman Emperor, of the worst 
dye, whom you copy in this respect, consider such infamous dona- 
tions, as compliments to your merits! The Roman tyrants, Nero 
and Caligula, (so-called Irom his camp-shoes,) ended, after murder- 
ing the rich and virtuous for their wealth, by being devoured 
by vultures and hungry dogs, verifying the proverb of "dog eat 
dog." Washington declined receiving a large donation from his 
native State, as a just compensation for his military services, in 
achieving the Independence of the old thirteen States, unless 
allowed to endow therewith a military school at Lexington, 
lately under charge of a Maury, a Lee and a Jackson, and des- 
tined, as I trust, to play a great part at some future and not dis- 
tant day, in the illuminated history of the Southern States. For 
myself, I do not fear to be put to death either for my virtue or 
my wealth, for I am poor and possess nothing which you value, 
or of which you can deprive me. I do not dread the King of 
Terrors, as you must do, and, I believe, you lack the courage even 
to have me assinated by one of your hirling negroes; for "the 
deep damnation of my taking off would plead like angels, trum- 
pet-tongued" against its author. I have not yet made a begin- 
ning of you, whom I shall pursue, through the miserable remains 
and dregs of your life, and your memory, too, (should I survive 
you and have the power in my gold pen,) like a tidal wave of fire, 
such as lately, in the Northwest, (the gift of Virginia to the Union,) 
reduced the Queen of the West, which stood by the lake shore, like 
Sodom and Gomorrah, to dust and ashes. You areabhored by every 
man of honor and woman of virtue, in the South, and, as I be- 
lieve, in the North likewise, and despised in their hearts even by 
a Sumner, a Greely, and a Ben Butler. Your own party are 
ready to reject you with contempt, as unfit to be even its filthy 
tool. You will be driven from office by your own creatures, and 
be followed by the loathing and scorn of every virtuous mind. 
No longer seen reeling, drunken through the streets of the Capi- 



tal, (returning, perhaps from a negro wedding,) you will end 
your days in some obscure village, north of the Ohio, (in Chicago, 
it may be, where you have invested some of your gains from 
Senaca stock, or some more specious, precious and infamous specu- 
lation,) you will end, as you began your youthful military life, 
over the card table, dice-box and the bottle, and, as you are a mar- 
ried man I will not say, in a negro brothel. When you are dead 
your memory will not be embalmed, like that of the concealed 
Prince, the little Louis Capet " in the sorrowing sensibilities of 
human nature," but it will be transmitted to posterity, in the 
concentrated, caustic annals of some contemporary Tacitus 
(whose style has the flavor of an exhalation from a frozen ocean 
of corrosive sublimate,) preserved like a double-headed rattle 
snake, (whose extra head is at the end of the tail, in place of rat- 
tles,) or like a double-fanged viper, or monstrous abortion of 
nature; immersed in a vase or jar of alcohol, and kept for show 
in the illuminated, rainbow window of a Washington apothecary 
shop. To future ages, your character would seem fabulous, but that 
the form and vast body of your iniquities will then have come fully 
to light, and be studied by the antiquarian explorers into the 
ancient history of this corrupt age, like the exhumed carcass of 
the megaloiosaurus or icthyosaurus, or the antedeluvian mastodon, 
discovered in this century by the Geologyst, after having been 
hurried for ages in the snow banks and icy mountains of Green- 
land, or of Russian Siberia. 

I am not ashamed to sign what I write. You are not ashamed to 
put your name to what a literary aid-de-ca,mp writes for you, be it 
true or false, bad sense, or inconsistent, unintelligible, unmiti- 
gated, unadulterated nonsense, or even impiety and blasphemy. 
I have just read, with much labor and loathing, your annual mes- 
sage to Congress, occupying seven columns, and being ten times 
as long as a King or Queen's speech and quite as grammatical, 
(shades of Lindly Murray and Dr. Johnson !) the joint produc- 
tion and best effort, at logic and fine writing, of your Cabinet; 
concocted with all the preparation and artistic skill in English 
composition, of which it is capable. You are made to say in its 
" impotent and lame conclusion " that it has been hastily 
written ? The word in my newspaper is printed heartily, though 
I do not see what that expression of yours has to do in the tail 
of your message. A person of common sense (I profess to be no 
more,) would think and say that, what you had nearly a year's 
time to perform, should not have been done in a hurry. It 
smacks of a political and carefully prepared impromptu speech, 
which I have often heard in and out of Congress, begining with 
" totally unaccustomed and unfit as I am at public speaking " or, 



at an old field hoy's school, with the familliar line "you'd scarce 
expect one of my age to speak in public, on the stage." But I 
have not space to criticise the literary merits of your message, and 
neither yourself nor advisers are suspected of having any claims 
or pretentions to scholarship. I have time, at present, only to 
say a few words ''hastily summed up" about your Ku Klux 
Club and suspension of the writ of habeas corpus, in nine counties 
of South Carolina (your Club law,) in order to support and vin- 
dicate my charge against you, that you violate the Constitution 
and laws you have sworn, (like a Jesuit,) to support. As to the 
former, the Ku Klux, as it is vulgarly called in the message, 
the committee of Congress, charged with the scrutiny of this 
supposed secret association, are stated to have reported, that they 
have examined many members thereof under oath, who declare, 
that when they joined the raw-head and bloody bones " society, 
" active and powerful, embracing a sufficient portion of the citizens 
to control the local authority " as you assert, they swore to mur- 
der any one, (man, woman or child,) whom its members might 
designate them to kill, with or without malice prepense. 
You state in your message, that frequent scourgings and 
occasional assinations were among the operations of this murder- 
ous association, perpetrated sometimes against persons not of 
different political sentiments. Is this credible ? Should any man 
or body of men, however respectable, be believed, who discredit 
themselves by saying that he or they have sworn such an awful and 
wicked oath ? The testimony of such a witness would and ought 
to be rejected, in any Court in Christendom. If there were such 
witnesses and such testimony, the former were suborned by the 
committee, and their testimony and report are a nefarious lie. 
Which is the more probable, that the comittee or their witnesses 
have told a wicked and malicious falsehood, or that such a mon- 
strous and appaling association exists in the Christian and chiv- 
alric State of South Carolina, in which there has never yet 
been a divorce between man and wife ? I put that as a test 
question. The human mind is bound by its constitution, to believe 
that which is evidently the more probable, it cannot do otherwise, it 
is the law of God, its creator. I do not say that the committee have 
wilfully perjured themselves, but I fearlessly assert, that no one 
in or out of Congress can believe such a report, and if he says he 
does, he either wilfully lies, or does not understand what he 
asserts, and is utterly ignorant of the first rules of evidence and 
the plainest laws of the human understanding. So much for Ku 
Klux assinations, which I have thus demolished and ground to 
powder. As to the President's jerimiad against the "frequent 
scourgiug of those who had shown disposition to equal rights with 
other citizens," that is to say, in plain English, impudent free 



negroes who have, what he calls, a " disposition" to other men's 
property, I will retort upon him not "in the letter, which 
killeth, but in the spirit which keepeth alive," his own line of 
logic, and say to him, " put your finger on the article, section and 
clause of the Constitution, the chapter and verse, which -forbids 
such severe and repeated floggins?" as clearly as that Constitu- 
tion forbids the suspension of the writ of habeas corpus, in such 
a case as has lately been practised by the President himself, in 
the same State of Sonth Carolina, from the capital of which 
his pardoned felon, the Honorable bigamist, Mr. Bowen (is he 
the inventor of the Bowen knife?) has lately been returned by 
negro votes to Congress, and received with open arms by a large 
Radical majority. If the people cf a State have not a right to 
give a thievish freedman nine and thirty on his bare back, who 
has? These Ku Klux, like the " Cockland lane ghost" are seen 
at night, in the dark, by darkies, darkling, who, like Ben 
Butler's constituents, that once believed in witchcraft and burnt 
clergymen and women for that imaginary crime, have faith in 
conjuration and necromancy, Butler stands natural, or godfather 
to the Ku Klux humbug, and does not believe in it himself. 
Finally, lies are more common in the world, and especially at 
Washington, than murderers of any kind, and it is easier for me 
to believe that Cain himself, not having the fear of God before 
his, but moved and instigated by the Devil, would have prefered 
to slander rather than kill his brother Able. The Ku Klux false- 
hood falling to the ground, the defence in the message, of the 
suspension of the writ of habeas corpus in South Carolina falls 
with it, and licks the dust But I have not yet done, I shall tram- 
ple it under my feet, and its author with it. The Constitution of 
the United States, section nine, (which treats of the powers of 
Congress,) provides, in paragraph second, that " the privilege of 
the writ of habeas corpus shall not be suspended, unless when, 
in cases of rebelion or invasion, the public safety may require it." 
Now, in the first place, it is a fixed and familiar principle of law 
and a maxim of common sense and common honesty, that the 
person or party to whom power is given, cannot delegate or 
transfer it to another. If I make A. my agent or attorney, for 
any purpose, having trust and confidence in his skill and fidelity, 
he cannot substitute and put B. in his place and stead, in whom I 
have reposed no confidence. This is what every white and black 
man understands. It is precisely what Congress have done, in 
regard to this inestimable writ : an act which no lawyer, with 
three legal ideas, or private person, with three grains of common 
sense and one scruple of honesty, can or would defend. The 
suspending power might as well have been given to the dentist, 
Dr. Bayne, of Norfolk, the black Radical extractor of rotten fangs 



and late member of the Virginia Convention for manufacturing 
an Underwood Constitution, (shades of Madison, Monroe, and 
Randolph !) or to the drunken negro Hodges, whilom representa- 
tive of my county of Princess Anne, as to have been confered on 
the President of the United States, and with much more safety to 
the public ; for neither of the aforesaid blackamoores would have 
. attempted to make it a political spring-board, (with a sumersault 
in the air,) to the Presidential mansion : that whitened sepulchre, 
at Washington. In South Carolina, there was no invasion, nor 
rebellion, nor did the public safety, in any respect, require the 
.suspension of that inappreciable writ of right. The rest of that 
large and powerfull State, with its five and twenty counties, and 
more than half a million of inhabitants, could have protected and 
secured the nine disfranchised counties, from disorders, if any; 
of a serious nature existed, or had arisen therein, which no one 
believed, not even the President himself, nor his packed Com- 
mittee of Congressional curs. The Constitution of the United 
States, : section third, article fourth provides that " the United States 
shall protect each State against invasion ; and, on the application 
of the Legislature or of the executive, (when the Legislature cannot 
be convened,) against domestic violence." Here was no invasion, 
no domestic violence, properly so-called, no aplication from the 
Legislature, which was in session, or might have been convened, 
nor, finally, from the Govenor of State, himself a thorough double- 
faced Radical of the same red stripe, with the rebel government 
at Washington ! Quousque tandem Catalina ! a more deliberate, 
palpable and dangerous bare-faced, sheer, wanton and wicked 
violation of the Constitution, of even the patched and tinkered 
Constitution of the Dis-Unitcd States, cannot be stated or con- 
ceived. I defy the bar and bench of the United States, including 
the Supreme Court itself, to find a single principle or precedent, 
even of a County or Corporation Court, to support it. I think I 
have made good my words. Let now the Supreme Court, that 
. v. once august tribunal, the areopagus of free and powerful States, 
when it was presided over and adorned by the wisdom and 
virtues of a John Marshall, of Virginia, (the great interpreter 
V of our Magna Oharta, which the nation and the world vainly 

hoped he had fixed on a firm and lasting foundation,) let the 
judges of the fallen court, " fallen, fallen from its high estate," 
now dare to make a Precedent, and throw their soiled ermine (not 
" the broad shield of the Constitution,") before the brazen face 
and brutish breast of its military head and ruler, the vulgar and 
ignorant upstart soldier of fortune! Let them sustain the void 
ad of a cabal Congress, and the usurpation of an ambitious Ex- 
ecutive! There is moral, and there is such a crime as judicial 
perjury. Every breath they draw, every act they do, in support 



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of that infamous and monstrous law, will bo a continuous and con- 
tinuing violation, of their oaths, to "preserve, protect and 
defend the Constitution of the United States," upon their heads 
and souls, they will, "pile Pelion upon Ossa and Olympus u] 
both," untill the insupportable weight thereof shall reach to 
Heaven and sink them to the bottomless pit of perdition, doo 
"at the lowest depth, a still lo pth to find." The 

admits that, at the last accounts, 168 persons in two counties 
undoubtedly guilty, in the opinion of the : i ident, (not by 
verdict of law, which humanely supposes every accused person 
innocent, untill convicted by a jury of his neighbors,) had been 
arrested, on the information of free negroes, and that they would 
be held for trial in the Courts of the United States, before Under- 
wood judges and juries, upon the testimony of black witnesses, 
for supposed offences, of which the State Courts alone have cogni- 
sance under the Constitution. "As soon as it i that the 
authorities of the United States were about to take vigorous 
measures to enforce the law, many persons absconded', says 
this prescious State Paper. 

" Thus before a yelping pack of curs, 
The timid fawn doth fly" 

and thus before the baying blood-hounds, the antlered fallow- 
deer seeks the shelter of his native hills. One hundred and sixty- 
eight persons have been made prisoners in this way on human 
rights ; torn from their business and families, to pass the winter 
and perhaps perish in jail ! This political, is infinitely worse than 
the Spanish inquisition, as, a nation is greater than a few heretics 
burnt at an auto defe or buried alive to eat their own flesh and 
then die of famine. Burke found it hard to frame an indictment 
against a whole people ; with a servile Congress it is an easy thing. 
Why not, at once, immure the wretched Huguenot captive of 
Carolina, in deep, dark, damp dungeons, under ground, out of 
sight of his fellow-beings, and removed from the light of Heaven, 
chained by the neck to the fluted column or broad pedestal of a 
Quincy granite stone pillow, the door sealed up ami left to die of 
hunger and thirst ; at some future day to be discovered by the 
Northern tourist, the descendant of persecuting, witchcraft, im- 
pious Puritans, as a grinning skeleton, with a few rusty iron links 
lying near its socketless, crumbled skull ! But I have not the time 
nor the taste to criticise any other parts of this nefarious and im- 
becile message. Before I have done, I shall frame a curse for its 
father, to which, in comparison, the malediction of old King Lear 
poured on the heads of his ungrateful daughters, E id G meril, 

shall seem to 1 tidl ill think that 1 

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thus far " hold my hands in gentle benediction over him." I shall 
send a copy of this letter to every foreign minister at Washington, 
that they may know what the gentlemen of the South think of 
you, "men who know their rights and knowing, dare defend: 
high minded men, who constitute the State" as, says Sir William 
Jones, and I shall ha/ve it translated into foreign tongues, and into 
the Latin language, to 1 i I y the scholars and intellectual 

men of Europe. You shall feel my power. I fear not yours. 
Mine is the power of virtue and intelligence, directed by truth 
and controlled by reason. You are destitute of these three 
attributes of a man, and impotent to do me the least harm. 
After the manner of the ancient. Greeks and Romans in making 
demi-gods of their heroes, I have, in my praises of Lee and 
Jackson, made a political ; ;orical apotheosis of their great 

souls into the horns of Aries, at the head of the year, and of the 
impure spirit of the dead dog Lincoln and of yourself, respectively, 
into the tail of the Northern Bear and the hinder parts of Oapri- 
cornus. In my other writings published, or still in manuscript, 
I have given " the beast Ben Butler" and the Senator skunk 
Sumner, together with their Bay State of Massachusetts and the 
tin cup State of Connecticut, fitting places in your putrid canal 
of Tiber, " once Goose creek called." An appropriate place has been 
specially reserved by me for yourself. You live in a Christian 
age and land, and doubtless attend some place of public worship, 
at least on Thanksgiving day ; whether you ever say your prayers, 
in private Und in your closet, as Washington and Jackson did in 
camp, is known only to yourself and to your Maker. You believe, 
or profess to believe, in an : bate of rewards 

and punishment. You virtually said so, when you took your 
Bible oath "to the best of your ability, to preserve, protect and 
defend the Constitution of the United States." In your inau- 
gural address, at which I was present, you deemed it necessary 
and decent, to declare that you h so "without mental 

reservation." It is the first case of the kind I remember to 
have heard or read of in a President or Protestant. You believe 
in " a resurection of the body and the life immortal" and that 
the virtuous and pious man may be greeted on the shor< 
everlasting life, by the pirits of every age. How 

shall the conquering hero be i his arrival? By such 

acclamations of his vulgar and vicious followers, as were wont to 
delight his ears on ea] ; on", universal, simultaneous, long 

drawn, continued hiss? And shall the furies then seize on him 
and whip his soul with their scorpion lash ? or Nemesis, the per- 
■n of Divine justice 0] s,pi ; pang it with 

the sei ce? Old men are sora bimi 

with dreams of tl dn 



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y, and 

the innocent babe slumbering on its mol ip, while she bent 

over it in extasy, like a guardi 1, put up its cherub lip 

and sigh and sob as if its little heai : k, and its parents 

lace has changed, in an instant, from fond love to anxious care. 
What did it dream about? I have seen the child peacefully sleep- 
ing by its fathers side, start at midnight, with a scream, cling to 
his neck and bury its face in his bosom, to be folded in his arms 
and taken to his manly heart. What did it then dream about to 
distress it so much ? It was too young to sin or speak. I have 
beard it remarked by a noted tavern-keeper, "near Washington," 
that no professed duelist, boarding in his house, "who had killed 
his man, or brace of men" on the field of honor, ever went to bed, 
at a late hour, without taking a whole candle or a strong drink of 
brandy and water ! Did he watch and dream, or fear to dream 
and watch, long after midnight? Did he fear or see spectres in 
the dark ? I have imagined what might be the dreams, (I say 
nothing of the death bed,) of a bloodstained hero. Before his 
sealed sight, or eyes then starting from their sockets, may pass, 
in vision, an innumerable throng of the wounded, the halt and 
maimed for life, dragging their crushed forms along or support- 
ing their tottering, curtailed links, on crutches. He may hear, 
with startled ears, the agonized, terrific screams and groans of 
wounded horses and dying men ; mixed with the sighs and sobs 
of women, widows and orphans, parents, mothers and sisters and 
loving friends : such groans, as arose on the fields of Fredericks- 
burg, that long arctic night, after the battle on Christmas Eve, 
(old style) — a night of " horror upon honored head accumulated," 
of horror and dark dispair, — from thousands of the dying, — 
groans mingled with cursing, — such sighs, as have been heaved, 
and such hot, scalding and bitter tear, (a salt sea of them,) as 
have been -shed at the bedside of dying heroes, or at their graves 
in the cemetaries of the South. The wail of weeping widows and 
crying orphans, borne on the fitful wind sighing and howling by 
turns and starts, and swelling and surging like the dirge of an 
approaching funeral procession, heard at a distance, may be fol- 
lowed by a long mournful line of widows, children, parents, 
brothers and sisters, clothed in the threadbare garments of grief, 
the outward signs of their woe unutterable. The sleeping hero, 
:n this hell of dreams, which he has created for himself, may call 
on the rocking mountains to hide him. ' ountaiDS shall 

melt with fervent heat," upon the sea to cover " The sea 
shall give up its dead." the dryland too, and its countless 

cemetaries, their dead, burriel, as at Willis Hill, four deep; 
thick, as the leaves that str<_w the vale of Valambrosa, unnum- 
bered as those the Divine Prophet saw in holy vision, in the val- 



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Dry Bones — and of the shadow of death. S binj from 
ives, an awful army of grim skeletons may also take up 

their long line of march, as they were wont to do in battle array 
and close this second part of the procession, with the cry of 
murder i murder! murder! issuing fron chattering 

- vallo, (next, but at a 

wide interval,) the dreaming hero may behold "in hi. go 

in fantastic fantasy the phantom forms ol the visionary 
Philanthropist William Penn, (on his Quaker b 
brimmed hat, magnified but nol . ived,) and of the fierce and 
fearless Daniel Boone bar< : in the act of defendin 

i killing two Indians, as they stand re enl n the 
Rotunda of the Capitol, cawed by Persico in living, i mar- 

ble, (not statuary, but architectural,) hewn from the quarrh 
Maine or Ma etts. Let thei ved by the royal 

and majestic Powhatan, of aquiline face, clothed in a Buffalo robe, 
ned with curious polished shells, from his own Chesap< 
limbs incased in buckskin, ornamented with English glass 
Is, and on his head, a diadem of gold ced by a plume from 

the wing of an eagle pierced from his own hands, 

when sailing in midair. By his side, the heroic Princess Pocha- 
hontas, with a countenance like that, with which she is painted, 
in the baptismal scene, by Chapman, and displayed, (with her 
noble sire,) on the wails of the Capitol. Her raven tresses, (now 
dishevel el,) st] 5 into the wind. Her tender form enclosed 

in a beaver skin mantle, and cotton skirt died purple with th< 
of the sumac, " that the winds of Winter should not visit her too 
rudely." Her leggins and moccasins lik rung with colored 

beads, and worked with porcupine quills. On her head, a coro- 
net of native virgin gold, festooned with strings of large occiden- 
tal, not " orient pearls strung at random" and adorned in the 
centre, with the leaves of the water lily, the corolla, of pure white 
:ed by the cha .a "done in little" of a small 

turtle, or ring dove, drooping ami in the act of cooing. Afterthem 
and keeping their company, the old warrioi Rappahannock, with 
his faithful wife, Piankitank am! thei, aughter, the dark 

d beauteous Chinquapin, (with eyes of the color of the nut 
whence sin.' derived her name,)of the royal blood and coi 
man to the I Pochahontas, well known in childish le 

whereby hangs a tale. Next lot the sleeper see, the con 

ire of Metamora, (called by the Puritans, Phillip, after the 
Catholic King of Spain,) Oceola, of sunny Florida, with "'lion 
heart and eagle eye," whose people were hunted by Van Buren's 
blood-hounds. Tecumseh, killed by Colonel Johnson, Windego- 
wash, from the 1 falls of Grand river, (like the Covernor of Vir- 
ginia, a Michigander,) Red Jacket, and Black Hawk, besidesa host 



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of oth lie origin 

of America; so bra veaad heroic, so true to their 
to their enimies, never submitting even to "a look which tht 
ened them , or injury," so eloquent in their ■ 

so musical in their spei uch stoics in bbed or 

cheated out of their inneritance, taught vice in place of virtu 
ther Christian and Catholic conquerors, now degraded in their 
civil and political riglfts below the thick skulled African m 
who was born to 1 md the remnants of whose almost 

extinct aboriginal race, gathered bom the li quarters by their 
"Great Father" at Washington, are confined, like the animals of 
a menagirie, or all the wild and hostile animals of every men 
rie of every land, in one cage, and are still hunted in their new 
home ; far from the graves of their forefathers and beyond '''the Great 
Father of Waters," by the survivors of the grand army of the 
Rebel Republic. Next, and by himself, let the mighty Mingo 
chief, the lone Logan follow ; clothed in a robe made from a Vir- 
ginia panther's skin, and shingled all over with the scalps of his 
Cressap enemies, crying " there runs not a drop of my blood in the 
veins of any living Indian! Who is then to mourn for Loj 
No, not one!' crying out, I say, from time to time, in tones that 
might have readied even unto Ethyopia and Egypt, and touched 
the "embalmed" hearts of some mould, ring mummy, sleeping, 
in the catacombs of the Nile, a sleep of thirty centuries ! There- 
upon, let their several tribes of warriors, whom their chiefs pre- 
cede and who follow each respectively, from the North, the Wam- 
panoogs and Pequods, the Merrimacks and Mohawks, the Dela- 
wares and Susquehannas, the Onondaga, the Oneida and the 
Seneca or Snake Indian, who pause to hear in the distant chase 
the roar of Niagara, the thundering river; and in the far North- 
west, the Winnebagos, who once dwelt near Chicago, now nearly 
a heap of dust and ashes; from the South, the hosts of King 
Powhattan, the Potomacs, the Rappahannocks and the Pamun- 
keys, the Chickaliominies, the Shannandoahs, the Ma tinponies, 
the Choptanks, the Massaponacs and the as, and many 

other of lis lesser tribes, who are recorded in the annals 

of Virginia. Cherokees, Chickasaws, Ob . Creeks and 

Seminoles, of the far South, and many others whose race and 
very names are extinct and forgotten ; let then this mighty host, 
unnumbered as the sands on the sea shore, the leaves of the moun- 
tain forest, or the stars of the heavens, (their vermilion faces 
being painted with cinnabar, or the ore of quicksilver, brought 
from beyond the Pocky mountains and the golden land of Califor- 
nia,) with one accord, ami in one voice raise along, long and fierce 
war whoop. Let the denuded heights of Arlington take-up the 
sound, and hurl it across the Potomac to the hill of the Capitol 



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. it to tbe affrighted walls of bin Presiden- 
tial n their war cry reverberate from bank to bank, 
from cliff to cliS i hill to hill, from mountain to mountain, np 
and down the River of Swans, until away, in tit,; deep and 
inaccessible val nies, or is lost in the murmur- 
ings of the C] :e; but not before it has startled the sleep- 
orm of the Father of his Country, lying in his dark, damp 
vault at Mount Vernon! Last of all, iet himself, the for* 
man of all the world, "thatever lived in the tide of time,''' the 

farmer, statesmen, lawgiver, President 
and slave owner. Washington himself rise from his ojrave, o\ 

ighty spirit, looking like his statue, as he is shown in Ita 
mail the Capitol, in his curule chair of state, 

with his face turned towards T he West and his back to the : 

from li^ st 1 ny seat, swell into gigantic proportions, pass the 
!ose up the rear. His awful form, (now 
instinct with life,) enveloped in a thick mist, his bare and venera- 
ring towards the red skies : near him let his faithful 
coal-black body servant, Jefferson, be seen, and, to keep him com- 
pany, old scipio A.fricanus, (followed by his faithful dog Sancho) 
whilom buried at Fredericksburg, not far from the grave of Mary 
his mother. At. their feet let appear the filthy figure of the dead 

denl Lincoln, (with hang-dog look,) cringing and crawling, 
clutching in his dirty clenched fist his crumpled Proclamation of 
Emai i] i bearing date ("in small golden characters,") Jan- 

uary List, villi red tape; whining for mercy, shed- 

ding copious crockodile tears, and, in order to take credit to him- 
self, for his cruelties to the white and black race, crying, in a 
piti •' I set free the negro slave, one week after Xmas, 

at the end. of his holidays. ; I tried to exempt him from the curse 
of labor and servitude; I aimed to raise him to a level with his 
Southern masters and made him equal to myself." In his left 
hand, let the spirit of Washington hold up the great charter of 
his country's liberty, the late Constitution of the United States, 
or the parchment scroll of the Declaration of Independence, 
unrolled, nearly obliterated, (like the memories of its illus- 
signers,) torn and draped with crape. 
With the forefinger of his right hand, let him, in mute e'.oquence, 
point to the Heaven above, which the heroes of the Revolution 
attest* ., when they "pledged mutually, to each other in support 
of its principles, their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor." 
Turning his tlaming eyes red with wrath, (perchance with weep- 
ing "some few hot, scalding tears," such as a warrior may shed, 
"albeit unused to the mood," and easting a glance at the 

capital of a nation, founded by himself and christened with his 
unsullied name, the seared eye balls of the blood-stained visic 



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warrior may catch one glimpse of his terrible brow, frowning with 
indignation at the ruin of his country, and the slaying of his 
people, slaughtered by the blood-red hand of war : " a war to the 
knife and the knife to the hilt." In Raamah therefore v 
heard the voice of lamentation, Rachel weeping for her chil 
and would not be comforted because they were not ! At the close 
of the awful pageant, let the horror-struck, sleeping warrior, hear 
in tones of thunder, or in the still small voice of conscience, these 
dreadful and articulate words : "Gain, where are your broth 
Thou, thyself, art alone and forever, with your Maker in the 
universe !" 

Starting from his fevered couch, like the great homicide and 
monster tyant, King Richard of York, he may cry aloud oue 
moment for mercy, and then "thank heaven he did but dream." 
The Almighty put his mark on Cain, (whose conscience told him 
that " every hand would be raised against him," " lest any man 
finding him, should kill him." He was cursed from the soil that 
drank his brother's blood, and he became a fugitive and vagabond 
on the face of the earth. 

VlNDEX. 

Norfolk, Va., December 10th, being the 2d Sunday in Advent. 



The foreoroinor letter, from a native born citizen of Virginia, 
and (if the records and traditions of his family are to believed.) 
a lineal decendant of Henry the VII. and of the houses of York 
and Lancaster, of England, and of James the IV. of Scotland, 
through the Earl of Murray, brother to Mary Queen of Sco'. : ;, (a 
circumstance upon which, however, he does not plume himself nor 
yet consider the bar sinister in his escutcheon a stigma upon his 
name, Queen Victoria, his cousin German, and Prince A 
being obnoxious to the same charge. JEt genus et proavos 
addressed and sent to General Grant, as a kind of Xmas box, 
chock full of childrens' crackers and boys' toy torpedoes, 
meant to be fired and fizzled in the face of the Rebel Government, 
and exploded under its tail or rudder, the Supreme Court of the 
United States, who judge it and themselves to be the "chastest, 
t, virtuest, and discretest," &c, in the whole world, is, with 
the usual compliments of the season, (anticipated for that purpose,) 
dedicated, (with or without permission,) to all blood-stained heroes 
and captains, generals and leaders of invading armies : but 
especially to the King William of perfiduous Prussia. A par- 
titioner of poor, plundered Poland, and to his mischievous 

>■ mim'on, Van Bismark, (twice marked by two wars for 
cond smnation,) " delic ' 



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dementia,) the power behind the throne greater than the throne, 
who stands before his Monarch and gives him tenfold value as 
the decimal does the unit or the cypher. The apostate friend of 
the people, the renegade traitor to their rights and the aristo- 
crat ic enemy of his own race. Moc'e viHute! Go on in your 
career of glory ! But remember, that its paths are the reverse of 
those of peace and safety, and " lead but to the grave" ! 

JOHN M. GORDON, 
Lochdougan and Eagle's Nest. 

Dated the 14th day of December, A. D. 1871, being the Ad- 
versary of the death of General George Washington. 



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